[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

Berkeley Manor.

"Sir, the car is ready."

"Ah." William put down his book, got up and sorted his clothes, ready to go out in a good mood.

I heard that Sherlock was sent a bomb by a woman to kill him and his friend. As a good friend, of course he had to come to the door in person to express his "concern" and "sympathy" appropriately.

"Ding--"

Sherlock's text message: [Don't go out! 】

"Don't go out...?"

William stopped, thought for a while, and decided to follow the advice.It was Sherlock Holmes after all.

[I didn't want to see you!Stop being sentimental! 】

223B Baker Street.

Xi Ya rubbed her sleepy eyes, she was so sleepy, it was noon, and she fell asleep right after lunch.If it wasn't for the bombing on the second floor next door, the two of them had nowhere to go.

"He hasn't been fried into a steak yet?"

Sherlock ignored the content of the text message, "Too thick-skinned, just in case the bomb."

Xi Ya tried her best to open her eyes, but she still couldn't resist the charm of the handsome Duke Zhou. She lay on her stomach with her head resting on her arms.

Sherlock glanced at her, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and sent text messages to himself, so leisurely and comfortable that he couldn't tell who it was.

Watson shrugged helplessly, picked up Sherlock's coat and covered her, and asked in a low voice: "Xia, if you are sleepy, do you want to sleep on the bed?"

"Uh-huh……"

Shia vaguely heard someone asking her, she really couldn't concentrate, thinking that the big detective was there, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

Watson returned to Sherlock and sat down, lowering his voice and asking, "What's wrong with William?"

In addition to being Sherlock's friend, William is also his friend. Watson was really worried when he heard that William might be fried into steak.

Sherlock confirmed the sound and frequency of Shia's breathing into a moderate sleep, and was surprised by the speed at which she fell asleep.

"What he wants to investigate."

Sherlock didn't say much, Watson vaguely understood.

With great fanfare, William wanted to investigate the "Murder on the Orient Express", which was said to bury the treasure of the Berkeley family, the death of the Duke of Berkeley, and the fire at the Berkeley Manor.With Sherlock around, it might not be so difficult to find out the results of the 40-year burial, and the people behind the scenes couldn't sit still.

Maybe the real purpose of 221B's bomb is not to kill them?Otherwise, the power would not be so small.

Watson was surprised by this guess, a little bold, but still reasonable, "Could it be that the bomb was sent to lure William?"

William is their good friend. Hearing about the explosion at 221B Baker Street, whether it is out of concern for the upcoming investigation or for their friends, he will definitely come to greet him in person.

The Berkeley Manor has strict access restrictions. Those people can't reach in, and the road where people come and go can't be restricted is a good place to ambush.

Watson shuddered, and only then did he feel afraid.

If the bomb killed Sherlock, the case would be over immediately.The bomb injured Sherlock, the timing was delayed, and William didn't come to the door. They had time to deal with the tail and deal with William. Once William came to the door, they would start on the road.

One link after another, if Sherlock hadn't escaped the bomb and found out that there was a fraud in it, now William might really be a steak.

After thinking about it, Watson winked at Sherlock: "Xia knows?"

"uh-huh."

Sherlock snorted softly, and looked at Watson with contempt, as if saying: A goldfish is a goldfish, and you can ask such fishy questions.

Watson: "..."

What the hell is the unconcealable pride in those eyes?Shia is not from your Sherlock Holmes family!

Watson gritted his teeth, why are the two men in the Holmes family so annoying!

221B was bombed beyond recognition, and Sherlock wasn't happy to be in the dark ruins, which hindered the CPU from running.

It happened that the person he was interested in lived next door, so he decided to take advantage of the room renovation and transfer the office to Shea's side, so that he could take her to investigate the case together and serve as the pre-dessert for "Murder on the Orient Express".

Watson's blog immediately posted the news that "Sherlock Holmes consulting room moved to the second floor of 223B".

The first guest who followed the news was the familiar Mycroft.

As soon as Mycroft entered the door, he glanced around, stopping at Sherlock who regarded other people's homes as his own, stopping at Shea who was sleeping on the table, and then stopping again at Sherlock's black coat on Shea's body. stop.

Sherlock's clothes are covered on a body of the opposite sex?

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and habitually put on a half-smile smile: "It seems that you were not killed by the bombing, but lived a good life. How is the new landlord?"

Sherlock ignored it.

New host: "ZZZZZZ"

There was an atmosphere called embarrassment fermenting in the air. Watson smiled awkwardly and smoothed things over: "Haha, Shea is fine."

Mycroft took another look at Shia, who was sleeping soundly, and sat down on the chair: "In two days, three bombings occurred in London."

"Three times?"

Watson would like to say that in the case of London, five bombings in one day and three in two days are really... normal?

McCoff is a decent cabinet clerk, he won't take the blame!

"The first case was on the plane yesterday, and the bomb was dismantled under your instructions; the second case was your courier in the morning; the third case was William's car, because of your phone call, he didn't get into that car and escaped unharmed .”

The three explosions all revolved around Sherlock, is it a coincidence?

Ha ha.

Sherlock said: "Coincidence."

Watson: "Hehe."

Mycroft: "Hehe."

To tell the truth, no one believes that Sherlock is sad.

This sadness, which was calculated in nanometers, was transformed into microns the moment he saw Sleepy Xia.

Sherlock, Can't See Others Are Better than Himself, Childish Sherlock Holmes walked to the desk expressionlessly, and stretched out his sinful paws towards the sleeping Shea.

Watson: Look at—

Mycroft: Look at—

"Z-"

Stark's mobile phone vibrated, and the caller's name was displayed on the screen: Garcia.

The vibration disturbed the dream, cruelly awakening Xi Ya from her sleep, she half-closed her eyes and pressed, and continued to lie down.

"Hello?" She fell into a dazed sleep. She didn't see clearly who the other party was, nor did she know whether it was a phone call or a video. She unconsciously spoke Chinese.

A blond woman jumped out on the screen of the phone, with blue eyeshadow and purple lipstick. From her head to her visible chest, there were already four colors: red, yellow, blue, and purple. Adding three more colors can make a rainbow team summon a dragon.

Sherlock glanced at her briefly: she likes colorful colors and items full of childishness. She is a woman who loves life and is full of enthusiasm for life and life.

"Shia..."

With a bright smile on the blond woman's face, the words she was about to say stopped abruptly the moment the camera caught sight of the tall man.

... If you read correctly, that person seems, maybe, may be the rumored savior of the 21st century, her male god, Sherlock Holmes? !

Sherlock ignored the opponent's big breasts that he could never grasp with one hand, and his slender hand continued downward. Under the expectant eyes of Watson and Mycroft, Sherlock slid across Shea's cheek, and picked up the tablet that was also produced by Stark. , leisurely returned to the sofa.

Watson: "..."

Mycroft: "..."

Garcia looked down, silently covering his chest, and the villain in his heart was full of sadness.

QAQ male god, male god, don't go!If we don't go, we can still be friends!

Shea: "ZZZZZZ"

As soon as they came in, they saw Garcia's sad face covering his chest with one hand and his face with the other, almost fainting. They came in by coincidence, and they saw the back of Garcia's aloof male god leaving with a paralyzed face.

JJ couldn't help laughing out loud.

Emily shook her head helplessly, "Garcia?"

Garcia turned his head, feeling hopeless.

"My male god just slipped away from me like this!" If I had known that I would meet the male god today, I would have to wear a battle suit!

JJ laughed at her: "You are like this, does Kevin know?"

Garcia's face changed in a second, and his face was expressionless.

"Cough, Shia, wake up."

"Ok?"

Hearing someone call her name, Shia responded purely reflexively. After ten seconds, she finally came to her senses and rubbed her eyes, "What's wrong?"

The returning English allowed Garcia to understand that Shia had indeed woken up.

"It's no big deal. Emily joined our BAU family recently, and you are also a member of our big family, so JJ and I just want you to get to know each other through video."

Emily?

Xi Ya sat down obediently and nodded, "Hi, I'm Lin Xia."

"Hi, I'm Emily Plantis."

Emily stared fixedly at Shea, and tried to move her eyes away from the cocked hair on Shea's head, "Have we met before?"

Xi Ya had a serious face: "I've seen the beauty before!"

Everyone: "..."

#A word disagrees with the routine#

#百合is no future! #

Emily was seriously recalling whether there was such a young girl in her memory, but who knew that Shia would immediately make her laugh when she said such a sentence.

"In a dream?"

Xi Ya had a serious face, before she fully woke up, she subconsciously turned on the crazy mode of teasing girls, "No, no, you know, a beauty like you, once seen, is absolutely impressive!"

"Five days ago, in Seattle, I was robbed of my bag just after I came out of the post office. I was stunned at the same place, as handsome and beautiful as you, with colorful auspicious clouds on your feet, and a golden armored battle suit. You came to rescue me from the fire..."

Emily covered her face silently, she remembered.

There was a big oolong that day, I thought to stop a shooting on the street, but I didn't expect that the person who was stopped was an FBI, and he was a victim who had just been robbed of his bag.Capitalized, embarrassing!

But...is this Xia really the same person as the Xia that JJ Rhett Garcia said?If you speak so solemnly, if the person involved is not her, then you really believe it!

Confused crowd: EXM?At a loss?Stunned in place?

Garcia didn't dare to say, "Xia, I have mobilized my friends to find a blurry video, which is enough to prove that you were really handsome and handsome that day. If Emily didn't come out to stop you, Dickens might really make Dickens kneel down in tears. I regret coming out to rob in this life."

Xi Ya still described the splendor of that day with a deadpan face, trying to describe the first meeting with the beauty as deeply and beautifully as possible.

Garcia, who knew the truth, said: Let me have a sip of coffee and calm down _(:з」∠)_

The author has something to say: Xi Ya: Be honest, what do you want to do to me while I am sleeping?

Sherlock: What do you think a man, a woman, alone, can do?

Watson: Meow meow?

Mycroft: Bow woof?

Shea: Your Sherlock Holmes is meowing?

Sherlock: Would you mind getting me another one?

Why replace half of it and say I'm making trouble?

How can a serious author like me make trouble? ?(? ー｀?)